I sat on my bed with my guitar in my hands, playing "Little Things" by One Direction. I wasn't a fan, but I loved their music. Seems legit, right? Every other girl in the orphanage was obsessed with One Direction and never stopped blabbing about Harry's new girlfriend
who was 10 years older than him or Zayn's new tattoo that added to his collection. It was boring! The same ond things had happened in the 11 years that I had been in this place. No I wasn't abused, my parents were 17 and 16 at the time and they couldn't take care of me at the time, so they gave me to an orphanage.
"Girls ages 10-15 go down to the middle hall!" called Miss Kathy, the super nice owner. I sighed as i stomped downstairs. Miss Kathy walked toward us "Listen girls, behave because we have a special guest. Or should I say guests" She said with a smile. "Good luck". I began daydreaming when i heard screams of girls. One Direction was here!
